I left Togo on Monday and arrived in Ethiopia on Tuesday, and the saga continues. So far I am being carried by the strong currents of cultural transition - pulling me into the welcoming, peaceful, and cool streets and my family situation in Addis Ababa.
But, where is the civil war? I sure havent seen any. Back in the US, when I first hinted to my parents that Ethiopia was a stop on my itinerary, they scoffed. Civil war, they said, we just don't know if its safe. I was put off but still interested because, after all, I don't always do as my parents say. That behavior, while normally a bad move, paid off big this time. After taking my parents opinion I went back at University. There, I went to talk this Ethiopia situation over with my advisor Rick Troxel. He told me that Ethiopia was experiencing a renaissance - the site of an influx of forigen-educated Ethiopians who were in the process of building Addis Ababa into a world-class city. Don't worry about the civil war, he said, that was long over with. These wise, insightful words convinced me to give Ethiopia a try...not in the least because I love their coffee. So, where is the civil war? The people of Addis Ababa show no signs of hostility, no signs of trauma from this "war". Actually, the atmosphere in Addis Ababa is the most peaceful of any large city that I have ever visitied. Coffee shops and restaurants bustle, families and couples walk slowly through the streets, and the soft tones of the Ahmaric language caress the ears throughout. Well, where is the civil war? I feel it is long gone, never to return. Truly, I see Ethiopia moving forward with solidarity, with an exciting present and bright future. Then, where is the civil war? Not here, and I certinaly wont be asking myself this at when I start rehabilitating young women on Monday!
Togo, I love you, but I must be moving on. Don't worry, I will be back soon. For now, Ethiopians, I am along for the ride - come and know me better!